Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,72
laughed when the small cat began to bat at the charm dangling between Lucy’s breasts. Molly left and then returned with a tray that held their luncheon. Lucy sat straddling her husband’s lap as he fed her, Cleo playing on the rug at their feet. After accepting a bite from the succulent slice of beef wrapped in a bit of cheese that Lucas held out, Lucy smiled as her husband tore off a small piece of the meat and bent forward to offer it to Cleo who daintily nipped it from his fingers before darting beneath their chair to consume the treat.
“You’ll spoil her,” Lucy teased.
“I’ll spoil both my kittens,” he returned, feeding her the last ripe strawberry before using his lips as a napkin to kiss away the residual juice from the berry. With the meal finished, Lucas stood and moved to place her on the bed.
Lucy felt her body already preparing itself as she watched him remove his clothing. Her arms obediently lifted above her head when he joined her on the bed. Lucas bent to kiss her lips and her breasts. He had just drawn a nipple into his mouth when suddenly he reared back with a sharp cry of pain. Lucy bolted up, her heart pounding.
“Hell,” he uttered as he looked behind him to find Cleo clinging to his naked buttocks, her tiny claws deeply imbedded with her own fright.
Lucy moved to his side and gently persuaded the cat to release its death grip on her husband. “I guess she’s still hungry,” Lucy said, beginning to giggle uncontrollably as she placed the kitten on the far side of the bed as Lucas rubbed at the small scratches the cat’s razor claws had caused to mark his bottom. Lucas looked at her in surprise and then growled deep in his chest. Lucy squealed as he dragged her to him, easily pressing her beneath him once more. Lucy was still giggling when Lucas climbed from the bed and shrugged into his dressing gown before pulling the bell cord. By the time Molly arrived, he had Cleo back in her basket and passed her to the servant. Molly said nothing but smiled, hearing the sounds of Lucy’s laughter.
“The only kitten allowed to take a nip of me is you, kitten,” Lucas said shedding his robe, fisting his cock in his hand as he climbed back onto the bed. Straddling her body, he guided his cock to her lips and taught Lucy that suckling his shaft wasn’t something only done with making penance. After he made love to her, Lucy was resting against his chest, her fingers running through the soft hairs. She remembered her laughter and lifted her head.
“Papa?” she said tentatively and watched as Lucas slowly opened his eyes.
“Yes, kitten?” he asked seeing the concern on her face.
“I-I wasn't making fun when Cleo hurt your… um, your...” she blushed and looked away from his face.
“My arse?” he offered, with a chuckle. She nodded, barely able to suppress another giggle. Lucas smiled, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, little one,” Lucas said as she pressed her head back to his chest. “Just know that one kitten in my bed is all that I desire.” Lucy giggled again as they drifted into sleep.
During their confinement in the chamber, Lucas made love to her so many times that she had lost count, her own cries of intense pleasure truly echoing about the halls of the manor.
On the morning of the fourth day, Molly appeared with fresh clothing, and though Lucy didn’t like that she was being once more dressed far beneath her age, she didn’t argue or question the servant. After her hair had been brushed and a large bow pinned to the back of her head, Lucas took her hand and led her from the room
“You look beautiful, little one,” he said as they descended the stairs. When she hesitated, pulling against him as they approached the dining room, he looked down at her. “Lucy, you truly need not worry about what people think about your wardrobe. All you need remember is that I love you with all my heart, kitten,” he reassured her.
She felt heat rolling through her and shook her head. When it looked as if Lucas was about to chastise her, she said, “It’s not my dress, Papa.” His brow quirked and she darted a look about then whispered, “Everyone is going to… to know that we’ve been… what we’ve been doing.”